Qingcheng.
A spiritual message flew into the study.
Prince Qing stretched out his hand, and the spiritual letter automatically fell into his palm.
He extended his spiritual sense to read the spiritual letter.
"Li Qiubai has appeared and is heading towards Shuiyuntai." After a moment, he stood up from his chair, looked at the empty room, and said in a deep voice.
A hazy ripple flashed by, and a dark shadow suddenly appeared in the study.
"It happened just as Prince Qing planned. Congratulations, Prince Qing."
"It's too early to say congratulations." Prince Qing looked straight ahead with a calm expression.
"What did they say over there? How long will it take?"
"It will take at least two months." The black shadow responded to King Qing.
"Two months..." King Qing said in a deep voice, "It's too long. Although I have made all preparations and all other parties are under my control, two months is not a problem. But Li Qiubai is a man I cannot control. All I can do now is to delay him as much as possible. You talk to the demons and ask them to act as soon as possible. Within the two-month deadline, for every five days they can advance, I will agree to add 10% to their conditions."
"I understand."
Prince Qing waved away the black shadow and stood where he was. After a long time, a strange smile appeared on his serious face.
"Li Qiubai, I have set up three checkpoints for you. If this still can't stop you, then I have nothing to say."
Prince Qing couldn't help but fall into memories.
His life experience is legendary. Born into an imperial family with a silver spoon in his mouth, he was already extraordinary. He also had the power of a diamond, could tear tigers and leopards apart alive, and had a natural talent for practicing Taoism.
Moreover, he is by no means a man with strong limbs and a simple mind.
His cunningness far exceeds that of others.
In addition, he was good at martial arts and killing, and he practiced bravely and diligently all the way, as if he had never encountered any obstacles.
Therefore, at the age of only two thousand years, he became the ruler of his own royal family. His cultivation broke through the ninth realm and he killed countless demons on the battlefield outside the domain. He was regarded as a divine general of the Great Xia royal family.
His life had been smooth sailing so far, and many people even believed that he would definitely be the next King of Daxia.
Even he himself thinks so.
But who could have thought that before his death, Xia Xuanji did not pass the throne of the Great Xia Lord to him who was the most powerful person at that time, nor did he give it to any of the other two powerful people who were famous at that time, but chose an unknown woman, Xia Xiaoxiao, to be the Great Xia Lord.
Prince Qing naturally refused to accept.
Then, he met the sword cultivator, the sword immortal named Li Qiubai.
He claimed that he had few rivals in the world, but in front of Li Qiubai, he couldn't even force him to draw his sword and was already defeated.
This cast a huge shadow on him.
As time went by, thousands of years passed, and his cultivation had advanced a great deal. Finally, he reached the ninth level and took that half step forward.
But even so, he still had infinite fear of Li Qiubai.
After all, Li Qiubai was already a sword immortal ten thousand years ago.
After ten thousand years, he had barely caught up with the level of Li Qiubai ten thousand years ago.
With Li Qiubai's talent, how could he possibly stay in the same place for ten thousand years?
How could he be so arrogant with such a figure hanging over his head?
Until he learned the shocking news...
When he first heard the news, he couldn't believe it at all and felt that it was impossible for anyone in the world to do such a thing.
But after multiple verifications and a combination of intelligence, Prince Qing finally confirmed that this seemingly unbelievable news...
true!
After the unimaginable shock, there came a surge of joy.
He didn't know what Li Qiubai was thinking to make him do such a thing.
But he had to consider that this was most likely his only chance in his life and he must not miss it.
"The winner is the king and the loser is the bandit..." Prince Qing said to himself.
…
The big ship sailed down the Lancang River.
The water here is extremely turbulent, and there are steep cliffs on both sides. The color of the river gradually darkens, showing a dark blue color like ice crystals.
Wisps of visible cold air rose from the surface of the river.
Lu Qingshan was dressed in a black robe, standing at the bow, holding the hands of two disciples.
While pouring spiritual energy into their bodies to drive away the cold, he said with a smile: "The Lancang River is where the Shuiyuntai refines weapons. Don't think that this is already extremely cold. The next part is when you get closer to the Shuiyuntai, it will be extremely cold."
The best places for refining weapons are all located in strange places, or on volcanic magma, using the power of earth fire to melt the weapons, or in the thunder of heaven, using the power of thunder to forge...
This Shuiyuntai is located on extremely cold water, and uses the cold water to quench its equipment.
The two little girls looked at the Lancang River, which was emitting increasingly cold air. When they thought that it would get colder and colder, even though they were protected by Lu Qingshan's spiritual power and were not affected, they could not help but grit their teeth. Some of them turned pale, as if they could feel the chill.
Lu Qingshan stood at the bow of the boat, patiently explaining the geographical features of the Lancang River to his two young disciples.
After they left Tai'an City, they went through several teleportation arrays, went from the lake into the river, and soon arrived at the Lancang River where the Shuiyuntai was located.
The Lancang River is extremely cold. There is only cold air in the sky, no air at all. It is not something that ordinary people can endure.
Since they were also bringing the two sisters Lin Chuyi and Lin Shiwu, they had no choice but to borrow a big boat when they got here.
At this time, the river became increasingly narrow, with cliffs on both sides as sharp as a knife, allowing only one boat to pass through, forming a narrow strip of sky.
On the rock, three large characters "Shuiyuntai" are carved, and next to them are many extremely complex patterns that glow brightly.
This narrow line of sky is the gateway to Shuiyuntai. You must be allowed to enter this narrow line of sky. Otherwise, a strange formation will appear, the ground will collapse, the mountains will fall, and the ladders and stone planks will be connected. The danger is unpredictable.
But today, for some reason, a crack in the sky opened up completely, leaving no defenses at all.
Li Qiubai floated out of the cabin, glanced at the stone cliffs on both sides, and muttered "blah blah", which was heard by the sharp-eared Lu Qingshan.
It's like science looks down on engineering, and engineering looks down on agriculture.
Although there is no difference in superiority or inferiority, in the eyes of sword cultivators, things like formations are unorthodox methods, complicated and mysterious, but they cannot defeat a sword.
Toy ears, I don’t even like them!
Lu Qingshan couldn't help but smile.
But he thought that this kind of contempt should only exist among small sword practitioners like them, but he did not expect that the sword immortal who had reached the pinnacle also had such a side.
The boss also has his own little temper.
…
There was no obstruction and no one came out to stop them, and they quickly got out of the narrow passage.
The view suddenly became clear.
The river water gradually became calmer, and the river surface gradually became wider. It was as if one had returned from the gates of hell to the human world, which made one feel much more relaxed.
But the cold air became increasingly dense, condensing into wisps of mist that were ethereal and difficult to see clearly.
From afar, you can see iron chains as thick as arms floating on the surface of the river and extending into the distance.
There is a layer of ice on the iron chain, which makes the place even colder.
Iron chains across the river.
The river water below was as cold as solid, flowing slowly and very condensed.
This can no longer be considered ordinary river water, but mysterious water. Every drop of it contains infinite coldness and weighs hundreds of pounds.
The Xuanshui Quencher can greatly improve the quality of the final product of the magic weapon.
Ordinary weapon refiners would only be willing to use mysterious water when refining extremely important magical weapons.
But in a place like this, there is mysterious water everywhere as far as the eye can see, enough for the weapon refiners of Shuiyuntai to squander at will.
What a horrible act.
For any weapon refiner, such a place is a holy place that they dream of.
Only Shuiyuntai, as the weapon refining department of Daxia, with the support of Daxia, can occupy such a precious land.
At this moment, a black line emerged from the clouds formed by the cold air.
Lu Qingshan's eyes narrowed slightly.
Dozens of dragon boats emerged from the clouds and waves.
On the dragon boat, there stood a monk wearing black divine armor, and the atmosphere was solemn.
There were hundreds and thousands of people, and their momentum was as great as a tide between heaven and earth.
A monk with divine armor forced Lu Qingshan to prepare to use the sword talisman.
At this time and place, thousands of divine armored monks formed a black line, and the aura was so strong that it was difficult to describe.
Moreover, Lu Qingshan could clearly feel that the divine armor of the armored monk on the dragon boat was far superior to the black-armored man he met in Tai'an City, both in terms of its magic and material.
This is definitely Shuiyuntai’s most powerful fighting force.
This group of armored monks was led by a burly middle-aged man.
He was also wearing armor, but the difference was that he did not wear a visor and looked dignified.
Lu Qingshan frowned.
"He comes with bad intentions, so be prepared." He said to himself.
Just now when they first entered the Narrow Sky and Ghost Gate, no one stopped them. But as soon as they stepped into the Shuiyuntai area, without any notification, many cultivators came to the area, obviously they had been waiting for a long time.
The meaning is self-evident.
The middle-aged man in the lead stood at the bow of the dragon boat, took a step forward, and said loudly: "Who is coming?"
"Li Qiubai." The Chang'an swordsman in a gray robe took a step forward and responded calmly.
Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man immediately clasped his fists and bowed, saying, "Lu Mingliang, the deputy chief of Shuiyuntai, greets Li Jianxian. I didn't know that Li Jianxian was visiting. I hope you won't blame me for not welcoming him."
"I'm here to meet your Shuiyuntai Sect Master." Li Qiubai said calmly.
"Isn't this a coincidence? If Li Jianxian came to visit at other times, my Shuiyuntai would have made the bed clear and welcomed him. But recently, my Shuiyuntai has been closed to visitors due to some reasons, so..." Hearing this, Lu Mingliang showed a hesitant look on his face.
"What if I insist on seeing you?" Li Qiubai asked again, not caring.
"Shuiyuntai naturally dares not disrespect the Sword Immortal, but this is Shuiyuntai, and it won't allow others to barge in and act rudely." Lu Mingliang's eyes were unusually sharp, but in fact his mind was far less calm than his expression and tone.
The name of Chang'an Sword Immortal is well-known.
This was the person who left a sword mark on the Xuanwu Gate, the gateway to Chang'an.
Not to mention that he was only a deputy sect leader of Shuiyuntai, even the sect leader himself would not dare to muster the courage to stop him.
If it weren't for the people behind Shuiyuntai in the imperial dynasty speaking out...
If he hadn't known this in advance, Li Qiubai would have already fallen out of the realm of Sword Immortal, and even his leading position would have been broken...
If he didn't understand, for that person's sake, Li Qiubai would probably not kill Shui Yuntai, who is from the Great Xia Weapon Department...
Even if he had a hundred more courages, he would not dare to stand in front of this sword master.
The name of the shadow man can be established.
Even with so many factors at play, Lu Mingliang still felt fearful and didn't dare to delay the situation even a little.
Even when this Chang'an swordsman was at his weakest, a hungry tiger was still a tiger, not a kitten.
He had no idea what was going on and could only keep comforting himself.
This is Shuiyuntai, the weapon refining department that Daxia has painstakingly managed for ten thousand years. It is home to hidden talents, countless magical weapons, and magic arrays. There is also someone who guarantees that today's losses will be double compensated in the future, so there is no need to worry about the cost.
In terms of overall strength, everyone has to give the Sword Immortal some respect, as he is the strongest in the world.
But a strong dragon cannot defeat a local snake, not to mention that the strong dragon is extremely weak now.
He just didn't believe that, in such a situation where one side was gaining while the other was losing, this "old" swordsman could still turn the tide.
On this side, Lu Mingliang's mind was full of thoughts, while on the other side, Li Qiubai was already chuckling , seeing through everything.
"A stone from another mountain can be used to polish jade. Boy, I know that you follow me with the intention of learning something from me, just like playing a thousand songs and then understanding the music, watching a thousand swords and then recognizing the weapons."
"My Li Qiubai's moves are all there, and I have never been stingy with my younger generation's understanding. However, only a few people can gain anything from them. And you have already gained a third of your charm after learning the sword, which shows that you have an extraordinary ."
"It's just that in my life, I have seen countless younger generations of sword cultivators, and among them there are many geniuses with comprehension and aptitude that are rarely seen in the world, but I never take them seriously."
In the forest of kendo, he is already the peak. No matter how magnificent and elegant the rising stars are, how can they compare to him in his youth?
"Everyone says that my swordsmanship, Li Qiubai, is the best in the world, and it is true."
"For swordsmen, the most important thing is to have the same spirit. If the spirits match, let alone one or two swords, I will let you see my unique skills. Xia Daoyun is a girl who matches my temper, and you are not bad either. I like the two little kids even more. Since we have met by chance, today, I will teach you a sword."
"Boy Lu, just watch this." Li Qiubai stood at the bow of the ship and whispered to the person behind him.
Lu Qingshan was shocked, and intuitively knew that what he was going to see next would be something rare in his life.
After speaking these words, the long-famous Chang'an swordsman stretched out his right hand.
There was no sword in his hand.
"Since Shuiyuntai has closed the river and won't allow visitors, I will open the river." He said to the army of armored monks who were like a tide.
Immediately, he put his fingers together, used them as a sword, and casually cut a section of the Lancang River.
Without any murderous intent, without any worldly airs.
This finger was freehand and light, without any sword energy. It looked like a child gesturing at the void, and it did not have any killing power at all.
If I have to say what is different about this one.
That is, it came from the hands of a sword immortal.
The next moment, Li Qiubai's clothes fluttered in the wind.
He did not have Lu Qingshan's handsome appearance, nor did he have the magical sword in his hand. He was just standing there very calmly, but at this moment, Lu Qingshan felt that there would never be a more romantic swordsman in the world than him.
It is an indescribable ethereal temperament.
A finger finally fell.
The sword immortal let out a light breath, which seemed to turn into sword energy .
There is a saying in the world today that each generation of monks is inferior to the previous one.
People often miss the ancient monks and marvel at their elegance and grace.
Among them, there are many words that do not reflect the legacy of the ancient sword cultivators. They praise the sword cultivators of the past for their arrogance and freedom of movement, as they could open up mountains wherever they went and travel the world with swords. It is difficult for contemporary sword cultivators to match them.
From ancient times to Chang'an, from Chang'an to Tianyuan.
The road was filled with the noise of carriages and horses.
Not even as good as the sword struck tens of thousands of years ago? !
It's lamentable, ridiculous and sad, but it's totally unbelievable.
In the early years, some people said that I gave up the natural sword moves and pursued the sword spirit, which was equivalent to looking down on the sword moves in the world, looking down on the legacy of the ancient sword practitioners, and being arrogant to the extreme.
It wasn't until I became a sword master that they stopped daring to speak.
They didn't dare to say it.
But I, Li Qiubai, haven’t said anything yet.
You say I'm arrogant?
That's quite true.
I, Li Qiubai, am just pretending to be crazy like this.
The romantic swordsman of ancient times?
That's because they haven't seen my, Li Qiubai's sword.
I don’t hate the ancients for not seeing me, I hate the ancients for not seeing my madness!
At first, everything was quiet and peaceful, as if nothing had happened.
The armored monks were all stunned by Li Qiubai's finger. They didn't understand what it meant and even thought that the Chang'an swordsman was putting on airs.
But the look on the face of Lu Mingliang, the deputy chief of Shuiyuntai wearing divine armor, suddenly changed. He showed an indescribable horror. He suddenly stood up and fled far away, shouting, "Retreat!"
After a moment.
The wind and clouds were rising on the river.
The cold air that had lingered for thousands of years and condensed into clouds and mist seemed to have encountered a strong wind, with wind and clouds rising and dispersing in all directions, like melting ice and snow, evaporating rapidly.
The void is mixed with the sky, and the mist is rising from the Lancang River.
But this is just a precursor.
Rumble.
Just like red mercury, the Lancang River, which flows as obscurely as mercury, at this moment, has a frost line appearing in the middle section, spreading out to both sides.
No one knows how deep the Lancang River is, but now you can see the bottom at a glance.
The river bottom, which was still filled with moisture, was covered with ice crystals, creating a magnificent spectacle.
The Shuiyuntai monks have occupied this precious land for ten thousand years. I think this is the first time they have seen the bottom of the Lancang River.
The river water surged to both sides, and the waves were turbulent.
The dragon boats were also pushed back by the waves, but the big ship where Lu Qingshan was stood still on the river, unaffected at all.
Turning the rivers and seas upside down is a method that only gods can use, and it is beyond imagination.
In this section of the Lancang River, every drop of water weighs hundreds of kilograms, like silver mercury.
How could others imagine the weight of a river composed of such mysterious water?
What kind of power is needed to divert the river water?
Even the Dragon King of the River, who can ride on clouds and call the wind and rain, would be unable to move in front of this section of the Lancang River.
but.
Such a big river.
Just like that, it was split in half by a single finger, leaving a gap of five hundred feet.
It's not just one sword, only the sword intent that opens the river.
"The Lancang River has been opened and cannot be closed again. Can Shuiyuntai receive guests now?" Li Qiubai asked with a smile.
The man in gray stood at the bow, Tan Xiao drew his sword, and all the gods and demons retreated.
Lu Mingliang, who had evacuated in time, looked at the Lancang River, which had not closed for a long time, with his eyes wide open and speechless.
As long as the sword's will does not dissipate, the Lancang River will not close.
As for how long this sword intent will exist, no one knows.
Is this what is called falling from the Sword Fairyland?
How ridiculous!
These are all rumors, so ridiculous!
If a sword like this cannot be called a sword of the Sword Immortal, then there would probably be no more Sword Immortals in the world.
This is more than just a divine act.
Even if a god descended to earth today, facing such a finger-slicing river and such a sword, he could only sigh:
Li Qiubai is the real banished immortal.